Have you ever seen these tears?
The ones I cried for years?
When I crawled in a tomb,
Far away from your yelling.
In the darkest corners
They’ve felled on the ground.
Together with drips of blood,
From the cuts in my arms.

Haven’t you seen the steel walls,
I’ve tried to build myself.
You’ve never dared to enter,
And even if you did, you’d be long gone.
Don’t you see the walls are painted
In a nice bloodsome red?

Don’t you hear when I scream in pain?
When I cry out all these feelings in vain?
Don’t you see when I crash down the ground?
Craving for this little thing called love.
Silenty walking in the rain like a ghost
Pretending I’m not real in this world.
All of this is just a bad and sick dream.

And then I wake up, all wet from tears.
I can hear you from upstairs,
Yelling and cursing me for living.
I can’t seem to do any good to you,
So why don’t you just let me be?